This is a song about "Weed girls that ass sunflowers"

Always got that dank weed like a dealer,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Down here its like i'm the only that don't smoke the weed

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

But now invisible cells around your brain

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Innocent girls manipulated that i turned into whores,

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

The weed brah, you can't have that, mayflower

Your music in the car

That hands you weed and alcohol